Blue Eyes and I spent the weekend on the Oregon Coast celebrating his birthday. We were in Cannon Beach to be exact.
It’s my favorite place, my happy place, in all of Oregon. Which really is saying a lot since I love Oregon, all of it, madly.
I left work on Friday a little before 2 and drove up to Washington to pick Blue Eyes up. We were on our way to the coast by 3 (because even though he didn’t work he wasn’t ready when I got there!)
We went up to Longview and crossed the bridge back into Oregon and then headed to the beach by way of Astoria. When we got to Astoria the sun was shinning and the sky was clear so we used the opportunity to drive up to the Astoria Column.
The Astoria Column is a high circular building that sits on top of a hill giving you a pretty spectacular 360 view. We drove up to the column the last time we went to the coast, but it was cold, gray and raining so we didn’t climb the stairs of the column. This time we did. The view at the top was amazing, but it reminded me that I’m not a big fan of heights. I only lasted a short time before I had to walk back down.
We arrived in Cannon Beach around 5:30 and checked into our hotel. We stayed at a place we’d never stayed at before and we were not disappointed. It sat right on the beach and it was right in town so once we parked we didn’t necessarily have to move the car. The only downfall, at first, was that from the location of the hotel you couldn’t see Haystack Rock — which is a marker in Cannon Beach and up until we stayed at Schooner’s Cove Inn, I’d always stayed someplace that allowed me a perfect view of Haystack. Turns out, surprisingly, I can be content without the view of Haystack. Who knew?
We went to dinner, shared a dessert and walked about town. Cannon Beach, just like most beach towns in Oregon (save Lincoln City where there is a casino or five) shuts down at 10 p.m. We found a brew pub, that I didn’t know existed, around 8 and sat in a booth sharing beer for a couple of hours. It was pretty spectacular in an understated way.
On Saturday we had breakfast in town, walked the beach a bit and then went up to Seaside. Seaside is 7 miles north of Cannon Beach. I don’t like to stay in Seaside if I can help it because its bigger and there is always a lot going on. It’s a place kids like to go because it has a huge arcade, go-carts, miniature golf, etc., and the streets are always packed, even its raining and really cold. We walked the Prom along the beach, went into a few shops, had lunch and then headed back to the car to go back to Cannon Beach.
On our walk to the car we came upon a Psychic’s store front. I commented, as we approached, that I had always wanted to have my palm read, fortune told, etc., but never had done it. As is usually the case Blue Eyes encouraged me instead of telling me how crazy my thoughts were. I wasn’t sure I was going to do it, but I was intrigued by a sandwich bag filled with liquid hanging over the shop’s open front door. Blue Eyes and I joked about what that was for. Keeping bad demons out, good ju-ju in, silly stuff.
I saw the psychic sitting on the coach texting someone so I walked in — mainly to ask what the bag of liquid was for, but also to determine if I was really up to having my palm read. The psychic explained to me the bag was filled with water and it hung on the door to keep flys from coming in while the door was open. She explained the theory in more detail but I won’t bore you. I’ve since looked it up on the internet and its pretty evenly liked and disliked as a method for keeping flys away. But isn’t that generally the case on the Internet?
From that short little exchange I decided to pay the $20 for one of my palms to be read. In general I think I’m pretty skeptical. I really want to believe in stuff but I find myself poking holes in everything. When I realized I was going to pay this woman to read my palm I intentionally did not have any personal conversation with her. All we talked about was the bag of water and flys.
She sat down with me at the table and reached for my hand. She told me that she was going to look at my palm and tell me what she saw and that she would tell me both the good and the bad, if there was any, and that all she asked was that I not get mad at her for the reading. I was okay with that since I had already decided I wasn’t going to believe anything she said anyway, and anything BAD she told me was definitely going into my mental garbage can.
My mind-set. My stare blank. She turned over my hand and blew my mind in less than 10 minutes.
This is what she told me.
I have a big and generous heart and would pretty much do anything for people I know, and even people I don’t. She said on the flip side when I was in need there were 2 possibly 3 people I could turn to for the same sort of support. She said I was meant to have three children, but that isn’t how it worked out. She said I love my mother a lot, but I am a daddy’s girl to the core. She said growing up I wasn’t happy with my mother and certainly didn’t want to turn out like her, but as I grew up and saw my mother in more and more of myself I struggled emotionally. She said while I had a good job, one that I liked, one that paid the bills quite handily, it wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing. She asked me if I wanted her to tell me what I was supposed to be doing. Of course I said yes. She said I was supposed to be a writer. She said I was healthy, ate right, exercised, etc., but that lately my eating had been off. She told me I had a long life ahead of me and that she saw no pain, disease, cancer, etc., but I had already come very near death, once, possibly twice in my life already. She told me I was pretty stubborn and that I liked to argue but I also cried a lot. I think she told me some other things too about God, spirituality, etc., but I can’t recall that with the same clarity.
The kids thing really got me. I had always believed I was supposed to have three children — but my ex wasn’t really interested in three and then by the time he was willing to reconsider, my kids were of an age that the mere thought of starting with a baby again was not appealing. In hindsight, given my divorce, I’m really, really thankful not to have three kids.
The coming close to death thing was likely the part that caused me to think possibly there was something to this psychic and her palm reading ability. I DID come close to death, in fact the hospital told my husband, when he brought me into the emergency room, that I would most certainly NOT live through the night. Clearly I did live through the night but it was not without serious concern. No one knows that. Certainly not this woman sitting in her psychic shop in Seaside.
Of course, she is a business woman as well as a psychic, and at the end of my reading she told me I was missing two of my chakra’s. And then she told me how I could get them back, by paying her $200 ($100 for each Chakra). The sales pitch didn’t turn me off, but I didn’t give her $200. I did take her card, however, and I am doing my own research on Chakra’s to see what I find, but all in all it was freaky, eerie, and an interesting 10 minute conversation.
We drove back to Cannon Beach and I sat with my thoughts about the reading. I enjoyed the experience, probably most because she didn’t tell me anything too awful. I AM stubborn, and I DO like to argue.
Sunday morning I got up early and went for a run on the beach. I ran from our Inn past Haystack and then back. All told it was a 3 mile run, but I ran all three miles at a 9:30 pace and didn’t feel taxed. What is up with that?! Here is my morning run picture. The big rock (the biggest one) is Haystack.
It was a lovely weekend, but I’ve never had a weekend at the coast that was not lovely. As of late all my time with Blue Eyes has also been lovely. I took this week off from work to spend with my kiddos since its Spring Break and that has been lovely too. I haven’t even gotten out of my pajamas yet today. It’s almost 3:30 p.m. Lovely. I declare right now my whole life is pretty lovely.
To top it all off my 19-year-old was told by his attorney that the felony charge of coercion has been dropped. Life is pretty awesome, thank you!
Have you ever had your palm read? A psychic reading? What did you think?